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Wise An Old Soul

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At another time
I wouldn’t have felt a damn thing
Comatose and catatonic
Any chemical to get my hands on
Just to not live in the present
Life on life’s terms
Was part of my vernacular
But one has to either grow or die
And circumstances within my control
Soon descended into powerlessness.

I had to reach up to be saved
Try something new
Or be cast out to the loneliest graveyard
Somewhere upon the toxic hill
And if healing is as slow as molasses
If my vision was blurred
I had to sit quietly
Eyes closed
With covered ears
Consigned to be the student once again
For I pretended to know everything
A cover for feeling inferior
Had to look at the bright side
The positivity you brought
Dependability that was often overlooked
Solidity within the crisis.

No one is able to meet the highest of expectations
But the vulnerability I saw
Only made me feel small
The guilt for not giving you my best
And all I ever wanted to was to find rest
A sense of peace
To take the lessons and give them away
While leaving the mistakes behind in a box
Grateful, we’ve been given more time and another chance
Precious
Not to be wasted.

P-2/3/19.

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